Tang Qingxue knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door. Could it be that this girl is not home?
"What's the use of just knocking? Go in and see for yourself."
Yin He finally understood. She wasn't angry; she had come here to find someone, watching from the side for a while before offering a suggestion.
"The door is locked. How can I get in?" Tang Qingxue looked distressed. She had finally found Lin Yun's house, but no one was opening the door.
"It's easy if you want to get in!"
Yin He turned around, glanced around, and quickly walked to the windowsill. On the sill were two pots of sunflowers, which hadn't been watered for a long time. Half of them had already wilted. Tang Qingxue looked at Yin He in confusion, not knowing what trick he was up to.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth moved the two pots aside, and beneath one pot was a key. Yin He easily took the key, "Go open the door!"
"This..."
